From "Pleasant Dialogues and Dramas," by THOMAS HEYWOOD, 1607. PACK, clouds, away, and welcome day, Wings from the wind to please her mind, Wake from thy nest, robin redbreast; And from each hill let music shrill I PRITHEE SEND ME BACK MY HEART. Sir JOHN SUCKLING, born 1613, died 1641. I PRITHEE send me back my heart, For if from yours you will not part, Yet now I think on't, let it lie, Why should two hearts in one brcast lic, O Love! where is thy sympathy, If thus our breasts thou sever? But love is such a mystery, I cannot find it out; For when I think I'm best resolved, Then I am most in doubt. Then farewell care, and farewell wce; I will no longer pine; For I'll believe I have her heart, As much as she has mine. THE DEW NO MORE SHALL WEEP. RICHARD CRASHAW, born about 1615, died 1652. THE dew no more shall weep, The primrose's pale cheek to deck; Much rather would it tremble here, Not the soft gold which Steals from the amber-weeping tree, As the drops distill'd from thee: Sorrow's best jewels be in these When sorrow would be seen In her bright majesty- Then is she dress'd by none but thee: Her richest pearls ;-I mean, thy tears. Not in the evening's eyes, When they red with weeping are Sits Sorrow with a face so fair: Sweetness so sad, sadness so sweet. I NEVER YET COULD SEE THAT FACE. ABRAHAM COWLEY, born 1618, died 1037. I NEVER yet could see that face Colour or shape, good limbs or face, If tall, the name of proper stays; If black, what lover loves not night? The fat, like plenty, fills my heart; Thus with unwearied wings I flee Through all Love's garden and his fields; No weed but honey to me yields. This song is an abridgment of a poem in Cowley's "Mistress," from which several incongruous stanzas and parts of stanzas have been judiciously omitted by the musical composer. TELL ME NOT, SWEET. By RICHARD LOVELACE, born 1618, died 1658, TELL me not, sweet, I am unkind,- Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind True, a new mistress now I chase, Yet this inconstancy is such I could not love thee, dear, so much, THE RESOLVE. ALEXANDER BROME, born 1620, died 1663. TELL me not of a face that's fair, I would have all these things. And it must be a she, The only argument can move Is, that she will love me. The glory of your ladies be AH, HOW SWEET! JOHN DRYDEN, born 1631, died 1701. Ан, how sweet it is to love! Ah, how gay is young desire! Than all other pleasures are. Sighs which are from lovers blown E'en the tears they shed alone Cure, like trickling balm, their smart: Lovers, when they lose their breath, Bleed away in easy death. Love and Time with reverence use, Which in youth sincere they send : Love, like spring-tides full and high, 'Tis but rain, and runs not clear. |